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ESCAPE ROUTE

I've walked upon the concrete trails
leaving not one footprint on it's gray
beneath thick floating high contrails.
I vist there but I don't stay.

These same trails lead to the suburbs
and homes laid out in tidy grids
with window boxes growing herbs
their lawns up filled with playing kids.

Then concrete sidewalks yield to shoulders
where grass grows green beside the roads;
traffic still growls like rolling boulders
carrying both freight and human loads.

Tidy shoulders segue into farms
where the trail is often lined by fences
to keep livestock from myriad harms
for traffic cattle have no defenses.

At last the fences go their way
replaced by woods dense, dark and deep
where shadows rule most of the day
and rustling leaves lure me to sleep.

All these trails which I have trod
all the sights they let me see
while I sought out....maybe God?
I've yet to escape being me.

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this morphs from the city streets to the suburbs and the country roads and wooded vales. It made me feel as though I were walking along the shoulder of the roads and paths searching for the person; Me! Thanks for another walk with you, ~ Gee.
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I just took that old saying"no matter where you go, there you are" and prettied it up a bit lol. thanks for dropping by........stan

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Considering umpteen poems i have read from your pen which relate to Woods..Forests...Nature this one about Concrete Jungles seems like a good paradox....it even makes me wonder if this smells of a satire...

Regards...

raj (sublime_ocean)

i spent my first 12 years mostly in concrete jungles like San Diego and Memphis. So I have a good idea what they were like then and I doubt they have changed for the better since then lol. Thanks for the time to read and comment on this semi-rare urban write which leaked from my pen lol.......stan

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